However Zen I might (pretend) to be..I still find myself in sticky situations. Last week and this felt – and still feels – traumatic and dramatic. I’ll spare you all the ghory details.
Those details are what a professional relationship with a therapist is meant for – talking about what is catching you from a fully-lived life. Being honest about what keeps festering inside. Even discussing simple changes that can make huge impacts long-term.
Know that no matter what you may be going through, who you are right now is enough. I am glad you are here, reading this. You are not alone.
Maybe you move forward down a slightly different path. Maybe you bask in the stillness of being a zen master.. “Maybe, baby.”
Odd as it may seem, I learn so much from my own real-life trauma and drama. Those forced lessons get burned into my memory banks.. which may eventually become another tattoo. Change happens either way. Real, authentic movement.
Picking myself back up takes patience, rest and time. So does doing the work of therapy. It’s as important to me as going to any ER or doctor.
The dentist?… well that’s another story entirely. Aware of a need to be seen, there is this lovely meantime where I brush and floss. Often.
Perfection still seems like an illusion. I still don’t have the answers to all of the questions. I am just.. Silly and completely wrong sometimes.
Some topics.. Like Politics.. Are not usually my style, yet someone else’s passion. May their time to identify answers be filled with grace and forgiveness for all that it is to be human.
That’s enough writing & publishing for one day. More than enough.
May your music choices, your dreams and your rest-filled moments find you nearer to nirvana. The scariest possibilities ahead may be exactly as you wished – teach yourself through it.
Duration of leaving this Post in Published status is.. 24 hours prolly’.. at best.
Goodnight. Sleep well.
~ Steph Bird
Birdanity 
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